Steel Soviet Union

You don’t have to worry about whether it’s leftover food like people these days. People who are hungry and about to starve to death, who cares whether the food that can save their lives is leftover food?

The political commissar who saw this scene didn't say much, nor did he hesitate much.

He just stood up with a smile on his face, then picked up the half piece of bread still wrapped in the paper shell, stood up, leaned forward across the table and reached out to hand it to the little girl at the table in front of him.

"Take it, this is yours only, no one can take it away from you, little girl."

""

The little girl was still timid, with deep longing in her eyes but she didn't dare to reach out to take it. Her father had told her not to take things from strangers, especially those belonging to people wearing military uniforms and holding guns. Even if Even if they give it to you, you can’t take it.

The eyes looking at his father were still full of deep longing. The Polish man didn't know what to say at this point. Even he was not sure whether he could catch the piece of bread. It was his first time to deal with the unfamiliar Red Army. , even adults are full of fear and fear.

"dad"

The little girl spoke out, but still didn't make any unnecessary movements. It seemed that she was just reminding her father of her existence, just to prevent herself from being forgotten and ignored.

The hesitant father seemed to be about to say something when he heard this, but before he could say anything, he was greeted by a man wearing an ordinary and somewhat shabby military uniform who looked more like a farmer than a soldier. The big man interrupted, and the man took the bread from the political commissar without saying a word, turned around, squatted down, and held the little girl's hands who were looking straight in front of him.

"No matter how the war is fought, whether the warring parties are right or wrong, the children are always innocent, and they deserve everything they deserve in childhood. Don't you think so? This father."

Although the middle-aged Polish man with a sallow face and skinny muscles is in a bad state, it can be seen that he must have held a relatively respectable job before, because even with his current appearance, he still has long eyes and general knowledge, and he knows the person in front of him. The big man, who looked unremarkable and looked like a big-headed soldier, was being looked at with respect by all the Soviet soldiers around him.

People should not be judged by their appearance. This is a truth that the middle-aged Polish man named Kaczynski understood a long time ago. It was also the first hesitation and the first lesson he learned after stepping out of school and entering society, which was enough to remain fresh in his mind for the rest of his life.

"Of course that's true. Besides, thank you very much. Thank you for saving my daughter!"

The middle-aged Polish man, whose gratitude was beyond words, bowed slightly, but it was not the Japanese bow that could break his waist. He just wanted to express his sincere gratitude.

The bread had been forcefully stuffed into a pair of little hands, and then they were held tightly, never wanting to let go. The little girl followed the same example and said thank you along with her father.

"Thank you, uncle."

The big man just smiled, and then, under the gaze of all the Polish refugees and his own comrades, he gently rubbed the little girl's head and spoke again.

"The colorful world is waiting for you. Everything will be over soon. You will be a beautiful girl when you grow up."

The Polish father and daughter left, with their gratitude to the Red Army and changes in their mood, leaving the big man and everyone around them watching from behind.

"Comrade Division Commander, Rostov, political commissar of the 1st Tank Regiment of the 1st Heavy Combined Brigade, reports to you that the work here is being carried out in an orderly manner and you are welcome to inspect."

Malashenko, who was watching the backs of the Polish father and daughter, turned around after hearing this. As usual, Comrade Lao Ma today is not wearing the uniform of a major general. As long as he is on the front line, he is wearing the uniform without military rank that has been with him for a long time. He wears a battle uniform with the logo of a tank soldier, but he is not wearing a tank cap at the moment.

"Good job, keep going. I'm just passing by to take a look and do what you should do."

"Yes, Comrade Commander."

After looking around again, Malashenko withdrew from the crowd. The veterans of the divisional security force sent by the political commissar were with him, firmly protecting the safety of the division commander and guarding against what these Polish refugees might do suddenly. What a moth. Outside the crowd, there was Lavrinenko who did not like to join in the fun, but watched the whole process from the perspective of a bystander, waiting for Malashenko.

"Isn't it a little too early for your investment? That little girl looks only seven or eight years old. What? Wait until Natalia and Anya are old and lose their lust before using the reserve resources, and then replace them with younger ones? No. I said, are you okay at that time? Be careful not to exhaust yourself."

""

Malashenko found more and more that Lavrinenko was moving closer to Iushkin. This talkative and dishonest person with urinary symptoms became more and more serious, gave up treatment, and had a black line on his face. Of course Comrade Lao Ma must fight him back mercilessly.

"Don't bring me into you, it's dirty and filthy! Oops!"

"Hahahahaha"

After the jokes were told, it was time to talk about something serious. Lavrinenko, who burst out laughing, quickly got back to the topic.

"My son is about the same age as that little girl. Every time I go home on vacation, my heart almost melts when the boy calls me daddy. I love hearing this and never tire of hearing it."

Malashenko just smiled and did not speak. He knew that his good brother would have something to say next.

"When you did all that just now, I was thinking, if our country is lost and succumbs to the brutal rule of Fascism, how desperate will it be to live? If someone can give me a son in this situation After one bite, I think I will be very grateful to him, thank you very much!”

The same experience of being invaded by German fascists made Lavrinenko feel the same way. The only difference is that his motherland survived, but the city under his feet did not, that's all.

"Why are you so sad? We had a share in the war against Poland, even though it's all in the past."

Malashenko did not forget that the Soviet Union and Germany jointly carved up Poland. Although this did not prevent Comrade Malashenko from doing what he thought was right, he and Lavrinenko met in the small square under the protection of a group of guards and entourage. While walking and chatting, Lavrinenko quickly responded after hearing the words.

"That's true, but it's somewhat different. I'm not only a soldier, but also a husband and father."

"All in all, you did the right thing, Malashenko. I can understand some of your intentions in doing this today. We really can't just spread hatred of blood and fire, even if it is justice, we have to do it for the sake of beauty. Sow some hope for tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Malashenko chuckled, and blurted out slightly teasing but serious words.

"When did you, a rough guy, become so polite? This is not like you, but more like the speaking style of a political commissar."

Lavrinenko, who looked "reckless", smiled and scratched his head, but did not hide the origin of his words at all.

"I'm just borrowing the words of Comrade Political Commissar. It fits the current scene very well, doesn't it?"

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